No, I wasn’t spanked again for being indecisive. S and I determined that since I’m always indecisive, dealing with it that way every time would start to lose it’s effect and surprise factor. I can’t recall what the exact reason for the spanking was. It seems that I’m just generally naughty. Or so I’m told.
We were sitting on the couch and talking when S told me to go into my room to retrieve my leather and wooden paddles and bring them to him. And also to remove my jeans. I did as I was asked (surprising, I know) and made the dreaded walk back to the living room to hand him the paddles.
He had me lie down on the couch and started right in with the leather paddle. It is one of my favorite things out of my collection but that doesn’t mean it’s always the one that is nicest to my bottom. It can be quite stingy. And it was quite stingy. Sometimes I feel like I have a greatly varying pain tolerance. Something that usually doesn’t seem that hard I can hardly stand on a different day depending on how I’m positioned or my mood or God knows what else.This was one of those days where everything was getting to me a bit more.
As he paddled me, I was squirming from side to side with my legs bent and kicking. He moved closer to secure me with his arm around my waist and told me to stop moving. He resumed with the paddle coming down hard across my quickly reddening cheeks and I tried really hard not to move. I still did a bit but he acknowledged that I did better than before. I really don’t know if it would be possible to not move at all. If that ever happens, someone probably needs to call the ambulance since I may have completely passed out. Lol.
He paused as I took in a few deep breaths and let my body relax. He asked if I was ready for the wooden paddle. “That was only one of them that whole time??” “Yes,” he said. “Fuck!” I laughed, burying my head into the couch. I braced myself as the wood connected and quickly noted the difference between the two.
Things picked up speed and any attempts at not squirming flew out the window. I moved from side to side, nearly rolling over to block the blows. He secured me with his arm again as I helplessly yelped with each swat. My poor sit spots were sufficiently attended to.
He spanked me with his hand for a minute before switching back to the wood. My bottom felt like it was on fire but I’d reached the point where I wasn’t really struggling and started to zone out a bit. He eased up and set down the paddle, his hand rubbing up and down my stinging cheeks. I lied there for a few moments and looked back and smiled at him. I stood and we hugged and I put myself back together. Then we went to dinner because tops are mean and like to make you sit after they’ve just made you very sore. I was glad the restaurant booth was padded.