The Spanking

I feel his hands slide over my bum and a soft squeeze of my cheeks through my skirt.

My eyelashes flutter as I sneak a peek up into his eyes. His lips are curved into a mischevious grin and I ache to kiss him.

"You have a very spankable ass." He returns my gaze, and I see confidence behind his expression. "I ought to have you over my knee, girl."

My knees are weak at his words and I can only gaze up at him, tongue darting out to lick my lips as I nod.

"You would need to take a seat first I think." Oh damn me I am too cheeky for my own good!

He chuckles and pulls away from our embrace. He crosses to a chair and settles in comfortably.

"Come get your spanking like a good girl."

How could I refuse that request? I step over to where he is seated and bend over his lap.

His hands are rubbing my bum through my skirt again. I wait for the first blows. Tense and anxious. Pleasure or pain?

His hand comes down in the first strike. It isn't overly hard but enough to make me flinch in surprise. My gasp is as spontaneous as the entire scene.

He begins spanking me thoroughly through my clothing. I squirm and wiggle and hope that he will pull my skirt up and panties down! I want to feel his punishment against my bare ass.

He continues spanking and I hear myself crying out and begging him. He stops long enough to hear my plea to pull aside my clothing, his response is a loud laugh. I blush in humiliation and feel my panties soak in arousal.

"You haven't been that good!"

His spanking continues with my clothes on, much to my dismay. I wiggle and pout, frustration at my arousal being forced to stay behind the shelter of clothing.

Abruptly he pushes me from his lap, tumbling me to the floor. I lay there looking up at him. Body aching in desire, bum warmed by his spanking.

Sitting up I spread my legs and rub my moist panties against my hot aching sex.

He smiles approvingly and settles back to watch the show...




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The Massage

We are sitting on the couch with my head on his shoulder and my back is throbbing in pain. I mention this and he starts rubbing it. This serves only to annoy me that he can't really get to the sore spots.

"If I get naked will you give me a massage?" His reply is a yes and I go to my room and change into a warm fuzzy robe.

We cuddle on the couch for a few more minutes, sort of watching TV but mostly just snuggling into each other.

Impatience sets in and I rise and take his hand to pull him up. He sits and looks up at me, amused. Oh yes, he is a Dom, do it right girl.

"Please?" I tug his hand again.

He gets up and follows me to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed wearing only my pink lace panties. My feet under the covers and my arms tucked under me. (the room feels chilly)

He sits beside me and starts massaging my shoulders and down my spine. I sigh in happiness and relax. It is not often I have this special treat so I am going to enjoy it.

His hands are strong and I have to ask him not to press quite so hard on my lower back. Old injuries tend to make the area around my tail bone very sensitive. He takes his time to find each sore spot and rub each one until they are relaxing and no longer hurting. He is pressing the tender nerve spaces along my spine at the base of my back tenderly and I am blissing out as the sensations ooze through the surrounding muscles and leave me like a rag doll.

His hand slipps between my legs and cups my mound, commenting on the heat and joking that maybe this is why I am always cold, because all the heat resides in my sex. I giggle about that while he squeezes me through my panties and then rubs my bum. I adore having my bum rubbed and arch my back.

His lips are kissing my shoulder. I moan softly and move my hair to give him access to the back of my neck. He tongue darts out and wets the nape of my neck and he blows gently. So sexy, I squirm a bit and he kisses the back of my neck and along my spine. Little soft nibbles follow and I am drowning in a sea of ecstasy.

His mouth on my shoulder again, I lean back and twist and kiss his lips softly. Our tongues dance and tease. He places soft little kisses all over my lips and I squirm around so that I can touch him.

He is still fully clothed, I have no patience with this, I need to feel his skin. I tug his belt loose and pull his jeans open. My hand rubs over his belly and slips inside his boxers to grasp his hardening cock. Glad to see I'm not the only one enjoying the massage! I comment that he is wearing entirely to much clothing. He stands up to remove his pants and I pull his shirt over his head. Delicious.

He pulls my panties off, I am on my back now and the massage and kisses continue. My breasts rubbed and nuzzled, he kisses down my belly. I sigh softly and then tense as he kisses and nuzzles my inner thighs. This is a very sensitive spot and I never allow play in this area, he knows this and has been gently teasing me for a few days. His mouth stays soft and tender against my thigh so I relax and enjoy the sparks of pleasure that radiate. His hand is rubbing my mons and his kisses follow. Tongue darting out again to lick my clit once, twice, and move away.

I am nearly lost in the glow of desire sweeping through me, yet I am so relaxed from my massage that I am laying somewhat still. I feel strange and floaty like I do after a long hard scene.

He is kissing me and I am sucking at his lips and tongue. My hands are caressing his back and butt. I need him inside me.

He slides his fingers in the slick wetness of my pussy, smearing my juice up my slit and swirling it around my swollen clit. I moan and press up against him, my nipples tingling. His fingers slip inside my greedy clenching hole and I feel him rubbing my g-spot.

I whisper,"Yes! there ohhh that perfect, your rubbing my g-spot."

I feel orgasm slowly building, I hold back, wanting to savor the moment. Telling him how close I am and that I don't want to cum yet.

His fingers withdraw and I feel myself pinned under him as he kisses me, his lips are more insistent now, and I feel his Dominance pouring into me, like liquid fire it blazes through me. I whimper against his lips and beg for more.

"Please what?" He asks me, and this time I have no answer for him, only saying "more."

He shifts and I can reach his phallus, I grip it in my hand and pump slowly. Yes, I want this.

He is inside me then, his cock filling and stretching me. I am trembling from the effort to hold back and in two strokes I am squirting. He shushes me as I get loud and start groaning and telling him I am cumming. Silly girl, he can feel you squirting, it's all over him!

My orgasm is intense and my body quivers as he continues fucking me, the next orgasm right behind it. I cum again and tell him I am cumming. He smiles and kisses me and I consumed by blazing passion. His shaft the torch that is searing me from the inside out. I loose myself in the raging heat of lust roaring inside me, spilling it into him. Orgasms are wildfire burning through me, leaving no part of me untouched by flame.

He withdraws and turns me over, I feel him enter me from behind and his throbbing thrusting cock continues inflaming me.

I am pushing back into him and gasping, he is riding me hard now and I feel him tense as he cums. I whimper and wiggle against him. He slips free of me and his fingers rub my pussy gently. I sigh and relax and turn so I am laying on my side. The flames slowly returning to hot embers, glowing warm deep inside me.

He lays down beside me. I pull him into my arms and kiss his forehead gently. He is so very quiet... I catch his eye and he smiles at me. I kiss his smile.

Tenderness can be very sweet. Thank you, for this wonderful treat.

Names

I have a thing for anonymity. I like to be invisible in my everyday life. I am very ordinary looking and can wander through crowds easily without anyone even noticing me. I once had a man I knew who worked as a guard tell me I should be a spy or something, because no one would ever see me. And no one would suspect who I am when the sun goes down.

I use my real name (or a version of it) in my kink circle. It isn't a lack of creativity, more a defiance thing, not allowing my vanilla world to dominate my kink world. Perhaps it is foolish, I have only been public for two years so I suppose only time will tell. It is my choice to use my name and I have no intention of changing my name, no I am proud to be kinky, and proud of the life I lead.

I am also not invisible when I am at events. I am loud and active and giggly and I wear clothing that is as far from the norm of black and red as I can get! I am the party girl and I am going to have a blast.

I do not name names when I write here. I think that would be horrible if I did that and removing consent from any scene I play in. People have a right to choose what they need in their lives. By posting a real name on this blog, I could change someones world forever. I am a firm believer that anything I put on the internet, or into any form of print, becomes public knowledge and I loose control of ever word that is typed at the moment I hit publish.

For the safety of my playmates, I would ask that if you know who they are you do not share the knowledge. This is merely a courtesy. To my playmates, if you would like to say HEY! the goddess wrote about me in her blog! Please feel free to share. It is your privacy after all.

I adore playing and I adore writing and being able to write about my play and share it with others who want to read it brings me buckets full of joy. It also happens to arouse me to no end to know I turn people on. Comments are always welcome and it tickles me to have someone comment on my blog. It's icing on my kinky cake. It feeds the greedy hungry exhibitionist in me to know I am watched.

So names in this blog are fictitious every time (including my own) and I appreciate every person who plays with me and consents in that play to me sharing the experience here.

Thank you.

Sleepless

I am unable to sleep. Uncomfortable because of healing from my scene. Experiencing a drop. And fantasizing about what I want to do to someone.

I have rolls of vetwrap in my bag and I know a bondage slut who would love them.

I envision having her caught in my web, delectable morsel. Her mewling noises as I run my hands over her soft warm skin.

A pinch here, a slap there, some tickles... And wooden skewers to scratch and give stingy slaps with.

Pause for a kiss and then rub her all over with the softest silk before cutting her loose.

I love to tease I think it is the best torment of all.

No wonder I can't sleep.


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Panties

I LOVE panties.

I LOVE panties on boys and girls!

I LOVE panty shopping especially if I am picking out panties for a sexy friend.

I LOVE when someone models panties for me! It gets me in my happy place.

Ah love is a pair of panties. Will you model yours for me?
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Heavy Bottom

I have attempted to explain the level of pain I enjoy by describing myself as a pain slut or heavy bottom. A picture is worth a thousand words.

On Saturday I scened at a local club with an old friend who I freqently refer to as Daddy and a newer friend who I invited into our scene as he wanted to learn flogging.

I had an excellent time, at one point calling out "GREEN GREEN" over and over, and at others giggling madly, screaming, moaning and begging for more. I had to yellow twice for positioning issues which we amended quickly. The scene was cut short when in my thrashing and wiggling and dancing (I rarely consent to bondage) I hit my lip on the cross and it pulled me slightly out of sync. Concern for a bruise on my face distracted me to the point where the next strikes were intense and pushed me over the top. I would have scened longer and harder otherwise.

I have no concept of time in scenes I do not know how long we played. I know that at the end I was flying, and having two Dominant men Top me was both intense and erotic. I was thrilled with the attention and did my best to behave myself and not Top from the bottom or dance away to much. The sensations through out the play were amazing, at the end one cleaned up the equipment and the other cuddled me in a blanket.

Bottoming makes me restless, it was not long before I was up and moving, dressing and wiping down equipment. I stumbled around a lot and decided not to put the four inch heels back on. I do not require a large amount of aftercare and I wandered around the club and socialized. Giving and receiving hugs, a few people commenting on my scene. I laughed and flirted. Showing off my marks to a few people.

I have taken pictures today (two full days after) I believe the bruises are nearly fully coloured. I have been trying to think of everything used on me and what all the marks are from.

The fading bruises on my breasts and shoulders and bite marks from previous play (I think they were from Thursday) The rest of the marks on my breasts would be floggers, quirts, canes, crops and slaps.



My ass is marked by, paddles, crops, canes, floggers, a bat, a large thick inflexible cane made of this clear acrylic that was about an inch and a half in diameter (omg I want one of those toys) oh! hands, quirt, and my "OH SHIT" toy that is a metal cable encased in plastic tubing and looped in a handle. I honestly don't know what else! I know I had fun and between the two Tops and the two toy bags I was one very happy girl.



Enjoy the photos, I hope this is an adequate definition of what pain slut or heavy bottom can translate to for me.

The Gigglepuss

I had explained the scene to her and what I was going to do. We discussed the play extensively as it is something she would like to be able to duplicate. A long discussion about the type of wax to be used and rules that are important to remember.

She listened and asked questions, I could tell she was cautious but curious and very much wanting to learn how. I explained that any play comes with risks and while I could never go so far as to declare with absolute certainty that I will not burn her, I could reassure her by saying the only person I had ever burned was myself. I also explained that I would test the heat of the wax on myself at a much closer drip point that what I would drip on her. She understood, and consented to the risk.

I instruct her to disrobe while I light candles and strip down to just my thong.

I have her lay down on the sheet that I am using as a drop cloth and stand over her, candle in my hand. I drip some wax on my inner forearm and the wax is only medium warm. We are ready to begin.

I look down at her and splash the first few drips on her belly. This action is greeted by a startled "OH!" promptly followed by a little wiggle and a moan of pleasure. I laugh, someone likes wax!

Grinning as my playful Top rises to the occasion and I start dancing to the music and dripping wax all over her tummy and thighs. I see her wiggle and she makes mewling noises. I encourage her squirming, telling her it gives me more targets. She begins to giggle.

I have to admit my absolute delight as her laughter fills the room. I adore gigglers and it appears I have a gigglepuss on my hands.

In the zone now I scoop up some cold water as I tell her to close her eyes. She gasps as and giggles as I sprinkle the cold drops on her, followed by more wax. Her eyes flutter open and she states her surprise at not being able to tell the difference.

I kneel beside her and lower the candle, I have dripped it less than six inches from my skin and it is not hot enough to burn. I hold the candle at the full height of my outstretched arm, drizzling her with wax.

Her eyes are open and wide and I bring the wax lower and suddenly she calls yellow.

I set the candle down, reconnecting with her and blowing over the wax, she says a spot on her side was to hot. I look closely and there is only cooled wax. Touching each spot and wiggling them a bit, no protests. I drizzle some cool water on her and she indicates she is ok to continue.

Picking up the candle again, I drizzle wax on my arm and thigh to ensure temperature is ok.

Dripping the wax on her tummy and thighs and breasts, she is giggling madly now and her eyes are closed as she laughs and squirms. I tell her to open her eyes so she can see how close the candle is to her, about twelve inches away and she gasps in surprise.

Knowing how much of a mind fuck it is as she giggles again I tell her she has to count the drips backwards and I am going to move closer with every drip.

I move my arm higher so I am about two and a half feet away and tell her to count backwards from ten. The drips begin to fall and she counts them quickly as the candle moves closer. I laugh, the wax is now a foot away. We start again This time I am two feet away and tell her to count back from twenty, she protests and I tell her, ok fifteen. So fifteen it is and the candle moves very close by the time she gasps out "one".

I tell her we will do it one more time, this round the candle will start at a foot and half away. She gasps and counts the drips to fast, I am laughing and stop dripping. Scolding her for counting phantom drips, telling her I am counting too.

I am spilling the wax over on to my thigh as I laugh at her and she tries to convince me she was counting right. Her eyes wide and her head shaking back and forth in protest.

We start again, my hand about sixteen inches from her tummy, this time she counts the drips right and she is giggling and gasping when she calls out the last digit. I have ended about four inches from the puddle of hardened wax on her tummy.

I set the candle down and she comments about needing a picture. I set up for the pictures and snap a few quickly.



Setting the camera back down I sit beside her and start rubbing and scrubbing the wax off. She is helping to pick the wax off and she has a sweet smile on her face. I kiss her lips, and then each pretty pink nipple.

Giggly girls get me every time. Next time I will make sure and negotiate for more than kisses and wax!