12 July, 2010
Teetering on The Edge
Am I the only one?
I've rambled on before about the fact that we may be in need of a spanking bench. Well, there are a couple of problems with the idea, not the least of which is my ability to turn a perfectly good piece of wood into a worthless pile of sawdust.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a total ditz. However if the subject of my labor doesn't have spark plugs and hold at least several quarts of oil it's pretty much a sure thing that the project won't go too well.
Keeping my ineptitude in mind another potential obstacle is cost. There are some fine examples of spanking benches on the market, takes some digging but they can usually be found listed with BDSM furniture. The fact that they run in the hundreds of dollars is a major issue for us right now with money being in short supply in the "Her Paddle" household. Currently, we're trying to use any available funds for other luxuries like food, clothing and shelter and doing a woefully inadequate job of it I might add.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the hairbrush paddle?
Being a member of what could well be described as something of a Mutual DD relationship has its benefits. I happen to be one of those people that believes the best spankers, have lots of experience as spankees. Often the case in life, there is no real substitute for experience. Keeping that in mind, unfortuanatley I see no future in teaching a class on how to spank at the local Community College unless it involves lots of hands-on lab work.
But again, back on topic...
My fine lady having been an accomplished spankee in her own right, has proven to be an all too effective spanker. Almost every time she spanks me she manages to get the same result yet uses different tactics and sequences each amd every time.
Whenever she might have good cause to be pissed at me, it's pretty much a sure thing I'm going to be spending some time over a stack of pillows and hopefully not at the very beginning of the inevitable and certainly inescapeable punishment spanking.
There's something very difficult about submitting to the intense cracks of the cane or wicked slaps of the Discipline Strap on an un-warmed butt and still managing to stay in place while not being in direct contact as when over her knee.
She has gotten very good, perhaps too good at identifying my tolerance and at keeping me teetering on the edge of being able to stay in place.
But thankfully, my spankings almost always start out over her lucious lap.
Now the implications of that position are well known to we lucky few. We few, we proud, we both reluctant and willing spankees.
Mr. Happy somehow finds a comfortable place to rest and contemplate the situation until he runs for cover. The warm-up progresses to an intensity where the sting is really beginning to wake up the brain and before long, naturally there is some sort of wicked device that just manages to make it damn near impossible to stay in place, but I usually do anyway.
Somehow, she manages to keep it just doable and when she does the spanking can, and usually does last for quite a long time. When completed, I will have a memory that will have continued reminders that hang around for perhaps a day or three or if lucky... indeed more.
Yep, I'm in love with her!
She is such a wonderful human being, but more importantly, she is my woman.
Atwork by Danny M, Phtotos from Miss Holley and Boys Boading School.