Anyone who's been into the BDSM corner of the blogosphere more than 15 minutes will realize kink is like fingerprints. Each set is unique. Even when they look the same, they're not. When you think someone is talking about the exact same fetish or activity you are, the odds are really, really good there's a subtle (or not so subtle) difference that makes it new and different from your brand.
I've known about my kinky tendencies for...probably fifteen years now, easy. A "Where's Waldo" book turned me on to bondage. I kid you not, ladies and gentlemen. I believe it was this blue book...tho the yellow and red one has some goodies too...that had a scene where kids are running rampant in a museum. One of the weird little scenes within the scenes was a guard locked in a set of stocks, barefoot, being tickled by some kids.
My unorthodox (or not really?) introduction to kinky porn. Even before girls were sexualized (they'd always been pleasant things to be around...I didn't have a "cooties" phase, to my knowledge) I was getting a hardon over a picture. How young was this? Young enough that I actually asked my mom why my penis was getting stiff while looking at those pictures.
(Yeah...I'm cringing now. I never did get an answer, something that puzzled and irked me until a few years ago.)
I could go on, but bondage...whether physical, or something imposed like house arrest or restrictions of activity, is a huge part of my kinky makeup. The helplessness of being tied down features in all my submissive fantasies. I want to be helpless, and everything else stems from that.
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Punishment is an extension of the helplessness, I think. If someone has the authority to punish me, then I'm clearly beholden to them...and thus helpless to avoid the punishment just as if I were handcuffed to the chair. I have issues on a personal level with the "anti-punishment" sentiment I see more and more, and have even experienced in a few relationships (including my current one). It goes something like this:
"If you're going to submit, you should do so just because it's submitting. Breaking the rules is a grave, deep disrespect and should not be used to get punishment."
No offense if that (or something similar) is your mantra. Amy over at 24.7 posted something similar about this the other day, and in their situation it makes perfect sense. I'd even go as far to say it's a brilliant insight on the relationship (as if I know anything about the actual relationship).
But as for me? Getting punished is...fun. Part of the game. Nothing gets my blood pumping than being given silly, difficult to follow rules that are easy to break...because I know I'll end up being "bad" and being "set straight."
I also really get off on making those rules...it's fun to lead a sub into failure over what color socks they can wear on Tuesdays, just to "lovingly" correct them. It's part of my make up, my kink finger print.
Some things should be left alone though, and not treated in the "game" category. My collar necklace, for instance, is a symbol of more than the sum of it's parts. "Forgetting" it at home one day in order to provoke a punishment WOULD be disrespectful to the relationship. In my perfect world, there are rules that matter and rules set up just to toy with a sub's head.
But my point is...it's fun to be "in trouble." A lotta fun.
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It's also a technique for getting attention one feels is lacking...just ask any misbehaved five year old. When they're good, mom and dad are able to do stuff that doesn't involve the kid. The kid is bad? Mom and dad have to pay attention.
Sub isn't getting spanked often enough? Not being put in the corner, tied up, made to eat veggies, etc etc etc? Well if the sub break the rules, the dominant will HAVE to punish the sub, right? Instant attention/affection/abuse!
I had one domme who made it clear I wasn't to break the rules simply to get punished. I got a lil annoyed at that...until the next part (and I paraphrase): "I don't need a reason to punish you. If you're feeling deprived of torture, all you have to do is tell me."
Not a bad compromise.
---Him
Showing posts with label punishment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label punishment. Show all posts
Monday, September 1, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Punishment/Consequences and their Role in Submission
So...as I mentioned on Sunday, I've been starting to think that maybe punishment can serve a better role in a d/s relationship than simply turning me on.
That's been my primary argument (mostly with myself) against punishing a sub. In a lotta cases, it's a game...I like being spanked, teased and denied, and otherwise being made uncomfortable or humiliated. I'm even getting a little turned on right now writing about it.
If the goal is to be submissive, to put my domme first, to be worthy of wearing her collar...then punishment shouldn't play a role in that end of it. If I'm truly submissive, then I shouldn't NEED correcting; I should just do what's going to please Her.
Meh...yes and no. I'm not always, by nature, a submissive person. I've spent most of my professional life and much of my personal life being that guy in charge. I try to work hard so I feel justified relaxing. I like to set my life up to make me happy.
Which means...it's not always first on my mind to keep everything neat and tidy around the house. Sometimes I let cleaning the kitchen slip from 1st to 3rd priority. I rationalize: "She'll understand I had this and this to do as well."
I'm sort of cringing as I type all that out, because...a vast majority of the time (and not always when horny, which is surprizing to me) I want to do better than that. I know I can do better, I know I can get what she wants done AND everything else.
And if I can't? I should be willing to sacrifice to do what she wants. If it comes down to a choice between reading and having the dishes done before she comes home...the book shouldn't get opened. I know that, and I genuinely want that.
But habits are hard to break. And while I'd love to take all the blame, she really isn't in the domme mindset 24/7, where she's waiting for an excuse to bring me into line. We'll go days, even weeks where there isn't a hint of d/s in the relationship...and it's easy for me to just go with it, hover in that equality realm. To break any subservient habits I've formed.
So she and I discussed last night (briefly, it wasn't the main issue last night) that it might be time to put a rule or two in place, and establish consquences. There was a case this week where I forgot to wear my collar to work, and I felt bad and sorry and knew I deserved to be punished (something thoroughly unsexy, say losing coffee priviledges or something)...but nothing happened.
I'm not the type of guy who can sub alone...so we're going to explore some ideas, and see how they fit with us.
That's been my primary argument (mostly with myself) against punishing a sub. In a lotta cases, it's a game...I like being spanked, teased and denied, and otherwise being made uncomfortable or humiliated. I'm even getting a little turned on right now writing about it.
If the goal is to be submissive, to put my domme first, to be worthy of wearing her collar...then punishment shouldn't play a role in that end of it. If I'm truly submissive, then I shouldn't NEED correcting; I should just do what's going to please Her.
Meh...yes and no. I'm not always, by nature, a submissive person. I've spent most of my professional life and much of my personal life being that guy in charge. I try to work hard so I feel justified relaxing. I like to set my life up to make me happy.
Which means...it's not always first on my mind to keep everything neat and tidy around the house. Sometimes I let cleaning the kitchen slip from 1st to 3rd priority. I rationalize: "She'll understand I had this and this to do as well."
I'm sort of cringing as I type all that out, because...a vast majority of the time (and not always when horny, which is surprizing to me) I want to do better than that. I know I can do better, I know I can get what she wants done AND everything else.
And if I can't? I should be willing to sacrifice to do what she wants. If it comes down to a choice between reading and having the dishes done before she comes home...the book shouldn't get opened. I know that, and I genuinely want that.
But habits are hard to break. And while I'd love to take all the blame, she really isn't in the domme mindset 24/7, where she's waiting for an excuse to bring me into line. We'll go days, even weeks where there isn't a hint of d/s in the relationship...and it's easy for me to just go with it, hover in that equality realm. To break any subservient habits I've formed.
So she and I discussed last night (briefly, it wasn't the main issue last night) that it might be time to put a rule or two in place, and establish consquences. There was a case this week where I forgot to wear my collar to work, and I felt bad and sorry and knew I deserved to be punished (something thoroughly unsexy, say losing coffee priviledges or something)...but nothing happened.
I'm not the type of guy who can sub alone...so we're going to explore some ideas, and see how they fit with us.
Anyone been in a similar situation? Suggestions, comments, concerns? We'd love to hear it!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Back to the Spanko Brunch
So it's been a long hiatus, for multiple reasons, some of which were detailed by Her in her last post. Time to start getting back into things again.
So here I am, looking over at the topic Bonnie put forth on My Bottom Smarts: "If we enjoy spankings, how can they be effective as a punishment?"
It's kinda funny, since I've been thinking about this particular tidbit a lot lately, as I've been forgetful about things, a little on the selfish side, and just all around not-as-good-as-I-could-be. After a couple incidents of misbehavior (for a lack of a better term, tho it's not quite that simple), I started thinking, "There really need to be consequences for this sort of thing."
The road forks here...the whole "punishment vs casual d/s" theme should be continued this week, so...come back then to get more specifics on this story. But the Brunch part of this goes on below.
I've also been craving a spanking all week, since planned playtime got hijacked by some other things last weekend. So part of me is going, "Do I want a spanking, or do I want correction? Are they one and the same? Or do I like spanks too much for it to serve as a corrective action?"
The truth for me is a lot of things sound REALLY sexy...until they happen. Cold showers, for instance. The idea of being forced to take one is really hott, but...I hate them with a passion once I'm under the water. Standing in a corner...sexy, until it hits the point where the arousal wears off and I'm simply standing with my nose in a dusty corner of the room.
At the same time, standing in a corner while being teased or otherwise played with is a lot more fun. A cold shower with Her standing outside the tub, giggling at me, is more enjoyable than being alone. So the manner in which the "punishment" takes place makes all the difference.
A spanking done "just because" or because I was "such a naughty boy, flaunting that butt" is WAY different than one done because I've been "disappointing" or a "bad sub." The tone of voice She uses to frame the spanking and the lecturing (or worse, the silence) goes a long way to bringing something fun to something awful.
There's also differences in techniques. A hard, fast spanking with no warm up wouldn't be fun (at least not satisfying) under any circumstances. There are also different toys She can use on me that HURT, and not in the "Oh BABY" way.
In summary, a spanking can easily be used as a punishment in my case simply by changing the context and making it HURT.
What do you think? Check out this week's MBS Spanko Brunch to learn more, voice your thoughts, and read what everyone else is thinking!
---Him
So here I am, looking over at the topic Bonnie put forth on My Bottom Smarts: "If we enjoy spankings, how can they be effective as a punishment?"
It's kinda funny, since I've been thinking about this particular tidbit a lot lately, as I've been forgetful about things, a little on the selfish side, and just all around not-as-good-as-I-could-be. After a couple incidents of misbehavior (for a lack of a better term, tho it's not quite that simple), I started thinking, "There really need to be consequences for this sort of thing."
The road forks here...the whole "punishment vs casual d/s" theme should be continued this week, so...come back then to get more specifics on this story. But the Brunch part of this goes on below.
I've also been craving a spanking all week, since planned playtime got hijacked by some other things last weekend. So part of me is going, "Do I want a spanking, or do I want correction? Are they one and the same? Or do I like spanks too much for it to serve as a corrective action?"
The truth for me is a lot of things sound REALLY sexy...until they happen. Cold showers, for instance. The idea of being forced to take one is really hott, but...I hate them with a passion once I'm under the water. Standing in a corner...sexy, until it hits the point where the arousal wears off and I'm simply standing with my nose in a dusty corner of the room.
At the same time, standing in a corner while being teased or otherwise played with is a lot more fun. A cold shower with Her standing outside the tub, giggling at me, is more enjoyable than being alone. So the manner in which the "punishment" takes place makes all the difference.
A spanking done "just because" or because I was "such a naughty boy, flaunting that butt" is WAY different than one done because I've been "disappointing" or a "bad sub." The tone of voice She uses to frame the spanking and the lecturing (or worse, the silence) goes a long way to bringing something fun to something awful.
There's also differences in techniques. A hard, fast spanking with no warm up wouldn't be fun (at least not satisfying) under any circumstances. There are also different toys She can use on me that HURT, and not in the "Oh BABY" way.
In summary, a spanking can easily be used as a punishment in my case simply by changing the context and making it HURT.
What do you think? Check out this week's MBS Spanko Brunch to learn more, voice your thoughts, and read what everyone else is thinking!
---Him
Monday, October 8, 2007
Punishment Time
I'm not a huge fan of punishment, as a general rule. I'm idealistic in the sense that everyone should be doing what they should be doing because if they don't, then why do it at all? So not a lot of energy goes into my "normal" activities in regard to punishing people.
That's totally beside the point when it comes to her, however. Being quite a bit of the sub myself, I very much understand misbehaving just to get a rise out of the rule maker. I also understand how disappointing it is to not get punished, or to be threatened with a punishment that never materializes.
That'll happen occaisonally in bed, when in passionate moments she'll threaten to paddle me aftewards if X doesn't happen (usually my little buddy not wanting to stand up and play). Those sort of comments used to have an effect on me...but lately, I can just shrug them off since I've yet to experience the post-coitus punishment.
But no matter. Recently, there were some issues regarding our long standing rule about getting permission before she can visit with any her friends. She grew angry, and I knew she'd need to be punished. For a variety of reasons, that punishment was slow to arrive...busy at work, not wanting to use time together for BDSM...whatever. It happens, no hard feelings.
But while I was waiting for ample opportunities to give her what-for, she had taken to casual little defiances. She went out to lunch with a friend without even telling me about it, never mind getting permission first. She'd be mouthy. She'd taunt me whenever I mentioned her impending punishment. All in all, she was doing her best to piss me off. And not in any sexy, "Oh no lil boy, I'm the one in charge" sort of way. In a pain in the ass kind of way.
So when she came down, one of the first things I did was strip her naked, lay her on the bed, and spank her soundly. Here's a shot about halfway through...
Which is about where it stopped being fun for her, which was the whole point. I was really not happy with the way she'd been taunting me, and gave her very much what she had been asking for for literally weeks. By the time I was done scolding her, smacking her, making her cry out and wail, I got her to admit I'd been much worse than she expected.
Here's how she looked after I'd finished...
Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. Tho I do wish I'd kept going a bit longer...
---Him
That's totally beside the point when it comes to her, however. Being quite a bit of the sub myself, I very much understand misbehaving just to get a rise out of the rule maker. I also understand how disappointing it is to not get punished, or to be threatened with a punishment that never materializes.
That'll happen occaisonally in bed, when in passionate moments she'll threaten to paddle me aftewards if X doesn't happen (usually my little buddy not wanting to stand up and play). Those sort of comments used to have an effect on me...but lately, I can just shrug them off since I've yet to experience the post-coitus punishment.
But no matter. Recently, there were some issues regarding our long standing rule about getting permission before she can visit with any her friends. She grew angry, and I knew she'd need to be punished. For a variety of reasons, that punishment was slow to arrive...busy at work, not wanting to use time together for BDSM...whatever. It happens, no hard feelings.
But while I was waiting for ample opportunities to give her what-for, she had taken to casual little defiances. She went out to lunch with a friend without even telling me about it, never mind getting permission first. She'd be mouthy. She'd taunt me whenever I mentioned her impending punishment. All in all, she was doing her best to piss me off. And not in any sexy, "Oh no lil boy, I'm the one in charge" sort of way. In a pain in the ass kind of way.
So when she came down, one of the first things I did was strip her naked, lay her on the bed, and spank her soundly. Here's a shot about halfway through...
Which is about where it stopped being fun for her, which was the whole point. I was really not happy with the way she'd been taunting me, and gave her very much what she had been asking for for literally weeks. By the time I was done scolding her, smacking her, making her cry out and wail, I got her to admit I'd been much worse than she expected.
Here's how she looked after I'd finished...
Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. Tho I do wish I'd kept going a bit longer...
---Him
Saturday, September 8, 2007
(I'm a) Bad Boy
I'm sitting here hard as a rock and having no idea when my next climax is gonna be. I'm loving AND hating this all at once, but I know I totally deserve it.
For the second time I disobeyed her very simple directions. After leaving her, I was told to go home and jerk off right away. I failed to do this twice in the same week...once Monday, and once Thursday. The first time, I was kept pent up for a day to teach me a lesson. It obviously didn't work, because I let myself get distracted again Thursday.
I feel bad, because I simply forgot. It was awful of me to forget her very simple direction. To let it slip my mind completely. I so deserve the frustration I'm in now, and the sub in me hopes she doesn't cut me any slack.
She's very busy at work for the next few days, same days that I'm off. This has the double effect of keeping me horny when I've got the chance to jerk off, and also while she's away. I hate being frustrated, wanting to play, and knowing she's not able. It's a very fitting punishment whether intended or not.
I'm humiliated at being punished like a lil kid, but loving it as well. I really WANT to learn my lesson and be a good boy...just...maybe in not such a torturous way?
---Him
For the second time I disobeyed her very simple directions. After leaving her, I was told to go home and jerk off right away. I failed to do this twice in the same week...once Monday, and once Thursday. The first time, I was kept pent up for a day to teach me a lesson. It obviously didn't work, because I let myself get distracted again Thursday.
I feel bad, because I simply forgot. It was awful of me to forget her very simple direction. To let it slip my mind completely. I so deserve the frustration I'm in now, and the sub in me hopes she doesn't cut me any slack.
She's very busy at work for the next few days, same days that I'm off. This has the double effect of keeping me horny when I've got the chance to jerk off, and also while she's away. I hate being frustrated, wanting to play, and knowing she's not able. It's a very fitting punishment whether intended or not.
I'm humiliated at being punished like a lil kid, but loving it as well. I really WANT to learn my lesson and be a good boy...just...maybe in not such a torturous way?
---Him
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Another Story
I enjoy writing a story as much as the next guy...and my daydreams and such over the past couple days, fueled by a certain someone being down here and being mildly dominant.
"The Turnover"
I came home early, simply to to catch her with her chores undone. Just for an excuse to punish her, since she'd been so well behaved lately. It'd been too long since I'd had a chance to smack her bottom till it glowed cherry red.
I walked in the door to hear the radio going in the background, some 80's song about double vision. She was singing along, and I could hear her dancing along while the water in the sink ran. When I closed the door with a bang, and I heard her kill the radio and stop the dancing.
I stand in the doorway waiting for her to come. Sure enough, I saw her sweet, sexy form wander over hesitently, a nervous pinch to her face. When she was it was me, she sighed in relief and put her hand to the chest of her apron (all she was wearing today, such a good girl).
"I'm sorry, Master...I didn't realize you'd be home so early or I would have been waiting and everything--"
"Save it. I know you waste time during the day." I kept my tone harsh, and saw her tremble for a moment as I walked toward her. My cock twitched as she lifted her breasts up towards me, biting her lip with that gleam in her eye.
Kissing her, I grab her exposed ass and hear a soft moan slip from her lips. "I'm so sorry Master, you're right, I'm such a bad girl..."
I smack her ass. "Get that apron off and go to your cage. I want to see just how lazy you've been today."
Without hesitation, she untied her cute pink apron and hang it neatly on the hook by the kitchen door, before walking over to her cage. Her cage was a dog kennel, metal bars with a clear plastic bottom with no blankets or other comforts. It was just large enough for her to crouch in, or curl up if she was really motivated.
As I expected, nothing was completely done. In all fairness, it would have been finished by the time I normally got home, and probably well within that time frame...but the sight of my girl inside her cage did not make me inclined towards mercy OR reasonableness.
I walk back to the cage, picking up the small padlock as I go. "I'm very unhappy with you, my lil slut." I smile at her whimpers. "You're gonna have to spend some time in there while you think about how lazy you've been today."
I see her flare up at those words, and I start to wonder if she's going to be submissive enough to take what I want to give out today. I kick the cage, gently, just to remind her of her current place before locking the latch shut.
"Not a word. I'm going to shower and take a nap, maybe watch a movie. You think about what you could be doing with me right now if only you'd been well behaved and done your work properly."
She stays quiet, but seems thoroughly, amazingly pissed. I feel a flash of doubt again, but shake it off and head upstairs, to shed my clothing and jump in a nice steamy shower. And maybe jerk off...I'm already hard from knowing the uncomfortable position my baby is in.
***
I wake up and roll over in bed. Except, I can't. My arms and legs have been tied up, locked in some fuzzy cuffs. I'd laid them out before my nap, along with some other toys to use on my willing slave downstairs. I panicked, assuming a burglar had come inside.
"You sleep like a rock, baby." I feel soft, warm lips on my forehead...and realize I've been blindfolded. "You didn't even start waking up when I locked those cuffs on you."
"Sugar, you got out? How? Who? What the fuck?" I tugged against the cuffs in vain, in a minor panic now.
"You put the lock through the wrong bars babe. Then you really pissed me off with those lazy comments...so...I decided not to go along with whatever you had in mind."
I heard her walking along gently towards the dresser. "And judging by what you laid out here? It's a good thing I didn't."
I heard her testing out the slapper on her hand. "Oh god, sweetie, please, you know I wouldn't really--"
She grabbed my hair and pulled. Hard. "Shut the fuck up before I gag you. You come in here pulling dirty tricks, making me feel like some kind of failure...you're gonna get it for that, lil boy."
I whimpered. I'll admit it. Then I screamed, when she brought the slapper across my balls. "Baby, please--"
Yanking on my hair again, "Cut that shit out. You are SO not calling me 'baby' or anything else right now."
"Mistress, please, don't do that to me I can't--" I broke off in a scream as she slapped me again.
"Oh yes you can...you can and you will...because I'm totally not letting you off the hook this time. You're gonna wish you worked late tonight, slave boy..."
---Him
"The Turnover"
I came home early, simply to to catch her with her chores undone. Just for an excuse to punish her, since she'd been so well behaved lately. It'd been too long since I'd had a chance to smack her bottom till it glowed cherry red.
I walked in the door to hear the radio going in the background, some 80's song about double vision. She was singing along, and I could hear her dancing along while the water in the sink ran. When I closed the door with a bang, and I heard her kill the radio and stop the dancing.
I stand in the doorway waiting for her to come. Sure enough, I saw her sweet, sexy form wander over hesitently, a nervous pinch to her face. When she was it was me, she sighed in relief and put her hand to the chest of her apron (all she was wearing today, such a good girl).
"I'm sorry, Master...I didn't realize you'd be home so early or I would have been waiting and everything--"
"Save it. I know you waste time during the day." I kept my tone harsh, and saw her tremble for a moment as I walked toward her. My cock twitched as she lifted her breasts up towards me, biting her lip with that gleam in her eye.
Kissing her, I grab her exposed ass and hear a soft moan slip from her lips. "I'm so sorry Master, you're right, I'm such a bad girl..."
I smack her ass. "Get that apron off and go to your cage. I want to see just how lazy you've been today."
Without hesitation, she untied her cute pink apron and hang it neatly on the hook by the kitchen door, before walking over to her cage. Her cage was a dog kennel, metal bars with a clear plastic bottom with no blankets or other comforts. It was just large enough for her to crouch in, or curl up if she was really motivated.
As I expected, nothing was completely done. In all fairness, it would have been finished by the time I normally got home, and probably well within that time frame...but the sight of my girl inside her cage did not make me inclined towards mercy OR reasonableness.
I walk back to the cage, picking up the small padlock as I go. "I'm very unhappy with you, my lil slut." I smile at her whimpers. "You're gonna have to spend some time in there while you think about how lazy you've been today."
I see her flare up at those words, and I start to wonder if she's going to be submissive enough to take what I want to give out today. I kick the cage, gently, just to remind her of her current place before locking the latch shut.
"Not a word. I'm going to shower and take a nap, maybe watch a movie. You think about what you could be doing with me right now if only you'd been well behaved and done your work properly."
She stays quiet, but seems thoroughly, amazingly pissed. I feel a flash of doubt again, but shake it off and head upstairs, to shed my clothing and jump in a nice steamy shower. And maybe jerk off...I'm already hard from knowing the uncomfortable position my baby is in.
***
I wake up and roll over in bed. Except, I can't. My arms and legs have been tied up, locked in some fuzzy cuffs. I'd laid them out before my nap, along with some other toys to use on my willing slave downstairs. I panicked, assuming a burglar had come inside.
"You sleep like a rock, baby." I feel soft, warm lips on my forehead...and realize I've been blindfolded. "You didn't even start waking up when I locked those cuffs on you."
"Sugar, you got out? How? Who? What the fuck?" I tugged against the cuffs in vain, in a minor panic now.
"You put the lock through the wrong bars babe. Then you really pissed me off with those lazy comments...so...I decided not to go along with whatever you had in mind."
I heard her walking along gently towards the dresser. "And judging by what you laid out here? It's a good thing I didn't."
I heard her testing out the slapper on her hand. "Oh god, sweetie, please, you know I wouldn't really--"
She grabbed my hair and pulled. Hard. "Shut the fuck up before I gag you. You come in here pulling dirty tricks, making me feel like some kind of failure...you're gonna get it for that, lil boy."
I whimpered. I'll admit it. Then I screamed, when she brought the slapper across my balls. "Baby, please--"
Yanking on my hair again, "Cut that shit out. You are SO not calling me 'baby' or anything else right now."
"Mistress, please, don't do that to me I can't--" I broke off in a scream as she slapped me again.
"Oh yes you can...you can and you will...because I'm totally not letting you off the hook this time. You're gonna wish you worked late tonight, slave boy..."
---Him
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Extended play time
She and I were able to get some time to play at length the other day, and inspite of a late night and early morning it was quite a good time.
There were some punishments that needed to be dealt with, and this proved to be an excellent time to provide a little discipline. It can be tricky to play as fully as we'd like, sometimes, neither of us having a real quiet location to have our fun in.
After some tricky OTK spanking (her bed is quite a ways off the floor, so it was more "laying across the lap" spanking), I decided to tie her hands off to the bed and really punish her. After digging out some leather belt like things we tied off her wrists to her headboard. This enabled me to turn her ass a bit, and really go to down on her with my hand and a hairbrush.
She REALLY hates that hairbrush now :-)
After a good bit of spanking her on her ass, pussy, and breasts (bruised again! She's got banana boobs!) it was time to fuck her good and hard while she was tied down and helpless. By the time all was said and done, I think she was just as pleased with her reddened bottom and throbbing sex than if she'd behaved herself in the first place.
Post-spanking sex...some of the nicest sex, I have to say.
---Him
There were some punishments that needed to be dealt with, and this proved to be an excellent time to provide a little discipline. It can be tricky to play as fully as we'd like, sometimes, neither of us having a real quiet location to have our fun in.
After some tricky OTK spanking (her bed is quite a ways off the floor, so it was more "laying across the lap" spanking), I decided to tie her hands off to the bed and really punish her. After digging out some leather belt like things we tied off her wrists to her headboard. This enabled me to turn her ass a bit, and really go to down on her with my hand and a hairbrush.
She REALLY hates that hairbrush now :-)
After a good bit of spanking her on her ass, pussy, and breasts (bruised again! She's got banana boobs!) it was time to fuck her good and hard while she was tied down and helpless. By the time all was said and done, I think she was just as pleased with her reddened bottom and throbbing sex than if she'd behaved herself in the first place.
Post-spanking sex...some of the nicest sex, I have to say.
---Him
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