I wanted C to spank me. It went something like this. “After dinner you NEED to spank my ass”. “Oh yeah, how would you like me to do that?”. “Great, I get a choice?”One of my resolutions this year was to make sure that C and I had a healthy balance of bad living, healthy living, loving and kink. We started off with good intentions on Friday with plans for the weekend that including doing things for the house and for us and have a bit of fun too.
Unfortunately one of my other resolutions was to remind C to punish me when I’ve annoyed her. So the rest of the conversation went like this. “Ehhhh, remember last night when you thought I’d had too much at the pub? And then dinner was late and you were annoyed?”. “Right, you don’t get a choice”. “Awww”.
After dinner C used one of the special words in our standing instructions. “Present!” That means get your bare ass up in the air.
C then left me with my naked, getting cold quickly, ass bared in the lounge whilst she went looking for a suitable implement. A few minutes later she came back with a cane. “I found this”, she says. “Yeah right, find yourself something else”. C and the Cane is another story, so she went away leaving my ass getting even colder.
C proceeds to nag, even threaten with all sorts of nasty implement promises before pronoucing that each of the misdemeanors would incur six strokes with the evil, hateful, bitch strap making a total of eighteen. “What? Can’t you count?”. Seemingly C decided that I had done wrong trice.
In the “Present” position I am very aware that my ass cheeks are stretched tight and that even the lighter of the implements we have hurt.
The first stroke lands. Ouch I think. OH NO, I’ve got lots more to go. This should not appear like a criticism, but some of C’s strokes didn’t land cleanly. This does not mean that they missed or that they didn’t have any effect. Trust me they did.
After the first six, C continues to nag and proceeds with the next ones and then the final six. She has her foot on the small of my back to make sure that I keep it arched and more importantly make sure that my ass stays up and out making a target for that nasty strap.
After all the strokes are delivered C keeps me in the position and settles back into the settee so she can admire her handiwork. This is when I become aware that the erection I had has gone. This was not a sexy sensual spanking, it was a punishment. This is the first time that C has acheived this by strapping my ass.
Did I get a reduced spanking by reminding C of the misdemeanors? No! Did I try to wriggle free? Yes! Did I deserve this? Emmmm, probably. Actually I think this was exactly what I asked her to do.
One of the original reasons behind our DD lifestyle was to prevent C becoming annoyed and that’s why I made it one of my resolutions that I remind her. That’s what I did, and she responded. Do I feel annoyed? Not in the slightest. We just might had tried to make a happier house.