Last Night

Last night I got a spanking. A good, sound spanking.

With the cuffs on my wrists and my arms pulled and chained behind me, I was led into the bedroom. There, in front of the bed, he pulled down my pants and my panties. He undid the chain on my wrists and positioned my arms to the front of my body. Pushing me forward so that the upper half of my body was on the bed and my bottom hanging off the edge, he began. A methodical, even, smack from one cheek to the other. Then he stopped. He spread me apart, my legs, my cheeks, my lips. He felt how wet I was.

"I think you like this", he said.

Oh yes.

And then he began again. More swats, maybe a little harder this time. Then he plunged his fingers into me. Pulling out the wetness that was now close to dripping down my legs.

Pushing me up on the bed he pulled the chain around the small headboard. He pushed a pillow under my abdomen, and spread my legs so that he could see me. More spanking, more fingers searching, probing, filling me up. Then he fucked me. And fucked me. Oh, so, good.

Later, as I lay on my belly with my head to the side facing him, still chained to the bed, going nowhere, we chatted. Talking about what other painful things he could do to me with the right tools (a flogger? cuffs that fit better?), the subject of the spanking came up. I don't remember exactly what was said, but it was mentioned that the spanking I got was mild. To illustrate, he gave me 3 or 4 swift, VERY hard swats on my bottom and the back of my thighs.

"This", he said, "is a discipline spanking."

The difference between what I got earlier and those few demonstration smacks was stark.

Today I wrote him to reiterate how much I enjoyed our time together -

"I can't help but think about the many things, both painful and restrictive, that might be in my future."

And he returned with -

"....painful and restrictive....good choice of words."

Party Time

Time for a little holiday festivity. Tonight I am going to a party. The likes of which I haven't attended in well over a year. I have no idea what might happen. Maybe lots, maybe nothing. Maybe just dancing and a few drinks. Maybe...well, maybe something else altogether.

We


shall


see.


Coda: It was a fun party. Excellent music, which for me can often be the primary purpose. To dance. And dance I did. People were particularly friendly last night, which isn't always the case at these fete's. There was lots of sex. I didn't have any. And that's okay. No-one, single or couple, took my fancy. They had a Sybian there which initially peaked my interest. Until I realized they had it only on vibrate and covered it with Saran wrap for each woman who hopped on (which, of course, made perfect hygienic sense). Being not very fond of vibrators, I lost interest. I gave it a go, though, just to see, but jumped off posthaste. Not my thing. No penetration, no Sybian.

And there you have it.

Dating? Did you say Dating?

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