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N.B. — I started this on Monday, but the week overwhelmed me a bit — the jobby-job needing more catching up with. But, here finally, is my first scene report since the accident!
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I don’t want to count how long it’s been since we had some proper playtime, because that would just be depressing, but the dry-spell is over, YAY!

We did actually have a mini-scene last week, but it really just illustrated how much we both were missing our usual naughtinesses, and ended up being kinda more depressing than not playing, esp. since his arm was hot and swollen and sore after….

But, Saturday, I was snuggling with him on the sofa (naked, like you do…), and suddenly there was raging erection! Amusingly, the first thing that popped out of my mouth was, “Oh! But I need to shave!” He considerately allowed that if I were to give him some hands-on (and mouth-on) attention for a bit, then I could run off to the bath and shave as quickly as possible without removing vital bits of dermis.

And so it came about!

And I found myself face down on the bed, wearing black spandex hot pants, while he rummaged in the Drawer of Doom for just the right tawse. I normally start to feel a bit of (perfectly reasonable) apprehension in those right-just-before-it-starts moments. But this time I was so ready, so “bum randy” as one of my favourite spanking stories has it, that I just lay there thinking, “I want this, I want this, oh how I want this,” and not feeling anything but eager and ready.

Being the kind and gentle Master that he is [cough] he actually started with a warm-up for once! But I was so rarin’ to go that I just was not even in a place to appreciate the mild strokes, and so I showed that in the best way I’ve found for a submissive partner to demonstrate “more please”: I lay there without making a sound. Nothing like that to ramp up your Evil Sadist – he wants to see you squirming and yelping, damn it! And, in short order, I was!

After turning things from 0 to 11 with the tawse, he went for the belt. (He has an old brown one which is too battered for wearing, but has the perfect patina to be a Dreaded Instrument of Discipline – Only I adore the belt, so it’s less Dreaded and more Oh Yes Please!) His arm didn’t seem to mind the vigorous workout he gave my bottom!

After that it was over the side of the bed for the leather, um, thing, which is shaped like a paddle, but still flexible like a tawse. But, even with that, I was still revelling in the sensations and emotional experience of being beaten. Sure, it hurt, but it was filling up an empty ache that had been growing like a black hole inside me, and that ache hurt far worse than that leather paddle-thing!

Then it was sex-time (wheee!) and he did a thing he loves which is to pull my pants aside and fuck me with them still on. I’m quite fond of it myself, as it makes me feel like I’m just being used – that he can’t even bother to undress me properly, but he’s just tugging the fabric aside and sticking himself in me … hmmm, I’m going to either have to move on from this deliberation, or go take a moment with Mr. Buzzy!

Anyway, I was quite pleasantly surprised that he was going to fuck me whilst standing, as since the accident it’s all been me on top, for the very good reason of his broken leg! But that leg really didn’t seem to bother him or get in the way on Saturday, and we enjoyed a lovely timeless period of our favourite position (me bent over the side of the bed), which we haven’t done in far too long.

Then, being him, he decided I needed a caning. I actually really love his habit of spanking me, fucking me, caning me, fucking me – rinse and repeat! It stretches out the scene for longer (and I want them all to last as long as possible!) and it combines, or at least stacks, the painful and pleasurable sensations so that I get a wonderful sensory confusion.

The caning hurt a good bit – as it generally does! – and I was dancing in place by the end of it. As he’d start each set of six, I’d wonder (philosophically, as there was nothing I could actually do about it!) if I could make it through the set. What I love about the spanking dynamic is that as a spankee, I can have those fears (which make the whole thing so much better, of course!) and as the Spanker, he can get me to take more than I thought I could, he can help me to be both that strong and that yielding. It’s pretty amazing, when you think about it!
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Sorry that I was MIA for most of last week, but I went on a trip with my Master, and while I was gone I was mostly focused on work for my own new job. If I even look at my blog, I’ll tend to “just write a short entry,” which of course then tends to be one of my really long ones (which probably only three of you lot actually read all the way to the end!).

Our trip was down to Southern California – visiting several towns. The first one was for my Master’s work, a conference that had him away all day, leaving me in the hotel room to work and wander down to the hotel gym. Our favourite Thai restaurant is in that town, and we had a wonderful dinner there. Also, the night we went down to enjoy the hotel hot-tub, we had the surreal experience of ending up in a hot tub with a rugby team (women rugby players!) and a couple marines (men!) and listening to them chat as they passed around a bottle of Malibu rum. They were kind enough to include us as the rum went ‘round, and indeed, were very nice people and we had a lovely time talking to them.

Of course, I had totally forgotten the marks on my bottom from last Sunday’s strapping and caning extravaganza. Ooops! I tried to keep my bottom turned away from everyone (not an easy feat when you are in a round hot-tub!) but perhaps I needn’t have worried, because if anyone is used to seeing bruises, it’s rugby players and guys in the military, right?!

We then drove up to visit our friend Mr. Stagg (who really needs to get off his arse and start commenting on this blog. I mean YOU, Mr. Stagg!). He’s one of my Master’s oldest and bestest friends (if men can be said to have bestest friends…) and we all went to an old hang out of theirs and drank mai tais and generally had a wonderful evening. I got quite tipsy, but I remember we talked a great deal about fetish and spanking and fun stuff like that!

The next day we were off to LA for the LA Kink Fetish Weekend. We only went to the Saturday event, “Rubberotica,” because we wanted to get home on Sunday and enjoy a leisurely Monday (it’s Presidents’ Day here in the U.S.) before the real world starts back up on Tuesday.

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Firstly, I want to welcome readers coming from Chross’s Blog, and thank him for the link!  If any of you want to see anything specific over here, just leave a comment and I will endevour to oblige! 

Today’s my Master’s birthday, and so you know what that means!  A birthday caning!  (My Master doesn’t do anything by halves!)  Since he’s a guy, and they only get better as they age, I can announce that I got 44 strokes.  Some from the Junior cane, and the rest from the Senior cane.  He was feeling very experimental today, and I got some with the traditional pause in between, but at other times he’d say things like, “Okay, now I’m going to give you twelve quick ones.”  At which point I just buried my head in the bed covers (I was bent over the side of the bed) and didn’t breath ’till it was over (which does keep me from making noise, although one day I may well pass out mid-caning!)  I must say that I took the caning pretty darn well, and made almost no noise at all, barely moved, and was otherwise the model for how to take a caning. 

The reason for this (I think) is because I took way more on Sunday.  The more often I’m disciplined, the better I take it.  Hell, the more often I’m disciplined, the better everything in my life is.  I really need it.  Now that my Master has introduced me to this life, this way of living, there is no going back for me.  I couldn’t ever be happy in a non-discipline-based relationship ever again.  I’ve honestly been looking for this since about age five, although I didn’t know it until I met my Master.  I knew I was a pervert by age 17, but I never comprehended what exactly it was I needed until my Master took his cane to my bottom.  Then, in a sudden flash of pain and joy, everything became clear to me.

Anyway, after the caning, it was time for the rumpy-pumpy.  He’s been putting me in that position where I’m on my back on the bed, with my bum right up at the edge, and my ankles either around his ears or pushed out and back in an angle that yogis take years to accomplish.  It’s really lovely, because he can look down and see himself thrusting in and out of me, and I can lift my head and see it too (when I’m not looking into his eyes to see the lust there, or not seeing anything because my eyes are closed while I have a screaming orgasm.)  But that’s not even the new favorite position!

Last Sunday we had another wonderful scene, which is funny, because that’s the day my period started, so that day is usually blocked out for a miscommunication, some tears on my part, and then a comforting snuggle once we get things sorted.  But this period has been really painless.  I think it’s actually thanks to my dear friend kaya, who almost broke up with her Master, and that scared the hell out of me, so I was pathetically grateful to my Master the whole weekend, just for keeping me around!  (And we were both so happy that kaya’s Master and she have fixed it all up — yay!)

So, anyway, my Master and I were watching TV, and I went off to go to the bathroom, and when I came back he was gone.  I walked into the bedroom, and he was on the bed naked, and I felt that rush of adrenaline up my spine that happens when I know I’m about to be in serious pain-and-pleasure.

He had me get on the bed, and then he started hitting my bottom with something new … something amazing!  He says it’s called a “jockey bat,” but it looks like what they have on The StockRoom as “The Slapper Crop.”

I don’t know how many times he hit me, but when he stopped I almost begged him, “No, please — don’t stop!”

But it was okay, because he went on to pull out a huge variety of dressage whips and went to town on my ass and thighs. I was making whole new noises (of the “aiiii-eeee!” variety) and bouncing around like a … well, like a horse doing dressage, really. No wonder they prance like that!

When he stopped that, I looked up shyly and asked: “Um, Sir? That thing you started with…? Could you do some more with that, please?” He was delighted, and a long period of (very intense) happiness on both our parts followed.
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The three ingredients to a great vintage spanking photo!

I just love her knickers, stockings, and camisole. I really think modern lingerie tries too hard, it doesn’t have the natural sexiness of lingerie of bygone days!
Anyway, I’m sure that whatever this lovely young lady (with the deliciously boyish bottom) did, she justly deserves to be beaten hard with a riding crop! I know I do, and I haven’t even done anything wrong (yet!) today!

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