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Last Night
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
My husband was spanking the daylights out of me last night, (we
had the
house to ourselves) and I was floating in and out - having various
levels
of consciousness. I was not thinking roleplay, but instead, I
seemed to be
someplace else. I guess it might be what I have heard others call
sensation
play. I was paying attention to myself, and my reactions, and
sort of
watching myself from above.
The scene started for us in our bedroom. I was wearing a one piece
silky
dress that I often wear at night for spankings. It's very clingy
and sexy -
and way too summery to wear in the winter. It's great for getting
a
spanking though, and after my bath I put it on, and Master Herbie
told me to
lay in the middle of our four poster bed face down. He has a rack
on the
wall from which he could select various things to spank me with,
and my
bureau also has a basket with hairbrushes, some for my hair, and
most
strictly for spanking.
There were times Master Herbie would take a break from using various
implements, and simply give me ten or twenty swats with his hands.
(Never
under-estimate the hardness and strength of mechanics hands) Then
he would
return to ..lets say, the riding crop - after he did this, I would
sink into
total silent bliss for about twenty HARD crop strokes. Then when
he would
change implements, I would rise back out of it and start to complain
- and
things would hurt, and I would try to manipulate the action a
bit. I found
it interesting that the hand spanks would change my mood, and
allow for
harder implement play. I also found that at times I would reach
a point of
almost anger, as if I was mad that he was pushing me a bit, and
after that -
suddenly, almost like a light switch (because he wouldn't stop
just because
I complained or wiggled or growled) - because he WOULDN'T stop
- then I
would again bliss out, become silent, and take it, and most importantly,
enjoy it.
I was proud of myself I guess, that I could breath, and relax,
and take it.
I was also very proud of Master Herbie, who loves me so much,
that he can
spank me, even when that anger rises out of me.
Master Herbie started taking some pictures of my hiney during
the spanking.
(we just got another digital camera - my daughter laid claims
to the first
one) and he mentioned that Daddy (Steven) might like to see how
red my
bottom is. Again, knowing that if I took more spanking, my bottom
would be
redder, helped me slip back off into blissville. I got a very
hard spanking
with the belt, many strokes landed on my upper thighs. I thought
about the
pictures, emailing them to Steven later, and took the twenty hard
belt
smacks silently, eyes open, breathing quietly. I could feel my
bottom
glowing and tingling hot as I heard the whirring of the camera
and flash as
he took the picture.
It was interesting to me how different things would help me relax
and change
what was painful into pleasure.
Then we were done. Master Herbie suggested we move to the living
room couch
for a hand spanking and tushy cream. He took me over his knee,
and spanked
me, and I was very turned on. Then he rubbed some lotion on my
bottom, his
hand reached down between my legs to rub, and as his finger slipped
into my
anus as a few other fingers tickled around, I orgasmed.
Master Herbie laughed and said I needed viagra, that I had come
just too
quickly. :)
Then he took me back to the bedroom, leaned me over our bed, and
fucked me
hard from behind.
It was a fun night. Then of course, I listened to the Islanders
Hockey Game
while chatting with Steven online. :) We won!! 4-2 !!
Life is great.
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