For a while now I’ve wondered what it would be like to get the HOH Strap at full strength. HOH has delivered a few at full strength before but only towards the end of a punishment and my ass is already throbbing.
I suggested that she performs maintenance as normal except that each stroke would be full on and not the measured 25% or 50% that she normally give. “Are you sure?”, she asks. “Yes”, well I was at the time. Since maintenance has been overdue every week this year so far and this we are catching up and today is maintenance day so it should be something a bit special.
“Then that’s how it’ll be”, she says.
This morning she left for the shower with the instructions to be ready for her coming back. Maybe she’ll have forgotten last night’s conversation I though. Better get ready and in position anyway. So I got ready on my elbows and knees with bum raised and strap laying across the small of my back and waited there with the bed covers still over me.
HOH walks back into the room and puts the main lights on and pulls back the covers. Without any further delay she lifts the cold strap and with the other hand pushes me on the back urging me to stick my bum out slightly more.
“It was to be Maintenance with Attitute, wasn’t it?”, Ok, she’s not forgotten so I kept in position not moving and said nothing.
Maintenance is normally six strokes with the HOH Strap. The first stroke landed square across my ass, just at the really sensitive crease. “Too low” muttered Lady C, “too damnned accurate and sore” I though. What a difference to the usual strokes. The others rained down, most didn’t land squarely, but number five was spectacular – just a bit higher and the first – and then because number six was another mishit she repeated it.
“Oooh, that’s toasty warm, isn’t it?”
Normally a strapping with the HOH Strap takes a discrete time for the heat to develop, but today was instant and the redness appearing not far behind.
At the time I thought that Lady C needs to practice a bit and perfect her harder strokes. Funnily enough she send a message on her way to work that she needs practice. During a punishment she seems to be able to do it no problem and I’ve watched over my shoulder as she gets into a rhythym and gives it her all.
Perhaps I should set up the video camera and we can strive towards perfection so that the mere mention of some hard strokes sets my pulse racing. That’s my Darling Disciplinarian.